Corraling chaos. I hope.

So, talk about different days. Yesterday was a disaster, almost completely and entirely.

I went out this morning to fix my car and found that that wasn't going to happen. The starter has, indeed, given it's last turn - at least until it's been stripped and rebuilt. After whining and deliberating, I opted to take Cherry. Now, this was against my promises to my friends, and to myself. I wasn't intending to ride wearing my worn out and tired bike gear. At least, not on the motorway. My bike's still being run in and long motorway runs aren't really ideal (apparently far less ideal than I thought, it only achieved an astonishingly poor 35mpg, given that it can do up to around 60... It may need tuning a little). To say that I was nervous about this trip doesn't really cover it. I've not been any great distance on the bike for months, and the last trip wasn't an unqualified success (the engine pouring oil everywhere and deciding that 50mph was it's maximum). I was more swimming in a wet suit in the sea of paranoia, while having paranoia rain down on me in a torrential downpour.

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